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Award winning writer of science fiction and fantasy, graphic artist, primary producer of fine, toothsome children, Aussie who lived in the US for over a decade. https://badenchant.substack.com

Winner, Best Fantasy Short Story, Baden M Chant, Aurealis Awards 2026
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Thomas Dixon Centre.
Dune quote: Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.
Aurealis #177 magazine cover featuring death riding a pale horse
Magpie life
gif-stōl, m.n: ‘gift-seat’, the seat from which gifts are distributed, the throne. (YIF-STOAL / ˈjɪf-ˌstoːl) from: https://oldenglishwordhord.com/2022/09/23/gif-stol/
A snake is being ground underfoot by a heavy boot. The snake seems to be enjoying this treatment. The text reads "Tread on me, Daddy".
Tweets from right wing nutters hell bent on destroying the world order that has (mostly) kept the peace for the last 80 years demanding the US withdraw from the UN and NATO.
Andromeda Spaceways issue 97 cover. https://andromedaspaceways.com/
Image of a goanna (lace monitor) with an extremely long tail climbing a tree, taken at Pilot Beach, NSW.
A sample from "The Confessor" a sci fi story about how humans might be able to coexist with ASI, by Baden M Chant
A kitten playfully pops out of the Christmas tree he's been climbing.
A hat with Chinese and english text that reads "Whole day I'm fucking busy only get few money"
News dispatches about Donald Trump's tarrif threats and the counter threats from other world leaders.
A funny video of a calico cat crawling out from under a wicker chair.
Front and back cover of the novel "Chimpman Zee"
commodore vic 20 computer
The first page of the novel 'Chimpman Zee', a sci fi meets crime noir crossover. It reads: Hollywood, The Golden Age I hate the cold. Sunny California’s gone missing. The rain aches for the ground and it keeps on coming. Could be some flash floods in the arroyos tonight. Never know what might wash out of the dark places on a night like this. That’s my business – the dark places. And what crawls out of them. I work the Strip, the Boulevard, the Hills, West Hollywood. Dark places, don’t let a layer of glitz fool you. You won’t find rich and poor more squeezed together anyplace else. Heaped in, cheek by jowl, all clawing their way to the top. Or trying to stay there. Like a pack of starving dogs fighting for one bone. Like a strung out junkie chasing one last taste. Like two drowning men savaging each other for a lungful of air. The movie stars and the hopefuls, the producers, the directors, the politicians, the whores, the pimps and johns, the pushers, the cops, the stand-over men, the blackmailers, the racketeers. All here. All playing sink or swim. It’s a jungle. Suits me just fine. I worked my shoulders a little deeper into my overcoat. A car rolled past, headlights shining through the rain like some deep sea monster looking for prey. Cold drops wormed their way under my collar. Goddamn I hate getting wet. I pulled my hat down a little harder, teeth clenched, my lips curled back like they had a mind of their own and it wasn’t happy. The animal is restless tonight. I jammed my hands into the pockets of my overcoat, jumped the swollen gutter, and made a run for it, shoulders hunched against the rain. Back to my place. It’s only a couple of blocks. Martel past Hawthorne. I’ve got two floors of a dirty brown brick building from before the first...
A book trailer for Chimpman Zee, a novel by Baden M Chant
calico cat with insanely luxurious white beard fur